I'm sure you all have many questions, such as:
What the heck is going on?
Why is Momoko there?
Why is she in America?
Why is she suddenly rich?
etc.
Well, almost all questions will be answered in due time, not to say in this chapter, but in due time... so... yeah...
I don't own anything but the sketchy plot I've got in my head. ( I especially don't own Obama and Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata no. 14)
" Who was the fifteenth president of the United States of America?" asked the tutuor, watching her pupil sternly.
" Uhhh... Obama?" Ichigo guessed.
" ... You realize Obama is the current president, right?" The amnesiac nodded.
" So, Mrs. Worthington, I take it he's not the fifteenth president?"
" No, No he isn't..." the older lady frowned shaking her head sadly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
" Madame Ichigo, what is the subject of the independent clause in the following sentence: When I dance to Jazz music, my feet start to hurt. " Asked the british woman, pointing to the sentence written in large curling letters.
" The subject is... I?" the red-head answered cautiously.
" No, Madame, I is the subject of the dependent clause: When I dance to Jazz music. The subject of the independent clause: My feet start to hurt, is feet. This is because the feet are the ones hurting. Do you understand?" Scolded the teacher, scribbling little notes around the diagram on the portable whiteboard.
" Uhmmmm... yes?" The girl replied.
" Now," Mrs. Worthington continued reading from her instruction book, " After mixing in the one drop of io-"
"Wait!" Ichigo but in quickly, " O-one drop?" she asked glancing down at the beaker in front of her in fear.
" Yes, Madame, one drop," repeated the eldest.
" U-Uh Oh..." the amnesiac murmured, " I thought you said..." she droned off staring in horror at the frothing concoction before her.
" You thought I said what?" the other asked, also watching the steadily growing mountain of bubbles.
" A-a, " the girl chuckled nervously, " a ton..."
The British woman's penciled in eyebrows jumped and the potion explode in the two females' faces.
" So, the sentence 政府は、貧しい離れて民族の尊重とヘルスケアのために落ちている。, uses 離 in what way? and what other kanji could we use in this sentence?" The blonde teen asked with a smile.
" 政府は、貧しい離れて...民族の尊重と...ヘルスケア...のために落ちている。... Uhhhh... 離 is used as a part of "apart" and can be replaced with... アイス ( Ice cream) and ステーキ(Steak). "
" Ha ha," Momoko laughed, " If you don't know the answer just say so." Ichigo puffed out her cheeks in embaressment.
" Puu Puruun Puu!" she pouted, not in favor of the idea of admitting defeat. " Still... I'm hungry..." mumbled the student sadly.
Both girls heard the loud gurgling of the shorter's stomache.
" Ha ha," the american laughed while sweatdropping, " I guess you really are hungry..."
Grumbling, the teenage girl walked down the long fancily decorated corridors.
" Stupid... School Stuff... Stuck-up... Worthing-loser!" was all even she could make out of her angered ravings. Stopping to stare out one of the large white windows, the red head fell deep into thought.
" Ichigo! Ichigo! Ichigo! Are you okay?"
Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain PAIN
"Don't worry Ichigo! I'm taking you to the _~#^&%-!"
P_A_I_N It won't go away...
"Listen! Ichigo! Stay with us!"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, her condition is-"
"BUT-"
"SIR!"
Onii-chan...
Where are you going?
Don't
Leave
Me
Onii-chan...
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
" Ichigo, Ichigo, open your eyes,"
Onii-chan?
"P-Please Ichigo... Don't leave me alone... I-I need you... You're my p-precious Imouto..."
Onii-chan, what's that wet stuff?
...
Are you crying?
...
Don't cry for me
...
I might've been a horrible person before we met
...
The kind of person who deserves this
...
Shaking herself from her thoughts, the girl quickly sped towards the end of the hallway. Swinging open another set of large fancily engraved white doors, she entered a large hexagonal room.
The were beautiful huge windows on the four walls not touching the wall with the door. Through each one could witness the exact same scenery, a gorgeous sparkly blue ocean with crowing seagulls making passage overhead.
The white room was mostly empty and decorations were sparce. The only arguable piece of furniture in the room was a large pristine Parlor Grand Piano.
The instrument was as white as the room and the dress Ichigo wore. Smiling, the teen stepped forward slowly, admiring the amazing masterpiece before her. Each carving had been done by hand, carefully and lovingly, causing the designs to come to life. Every material that had been chosen for this divine item had been hand chosen by the creator himself, even the wood for the legs of the bench had been carefully analyzed and constructed.
She didn't dare touch it at first, as if afraid to soil the magnificence of the glowing brilliance that was the piano with her imperfect and selfish soul. She had no right to touch it, surely doing such a thing was a sin in it's own right.
But the red-head had already sinned this sin, and the music that came forth had been beautifully addictive. The amnesiac could not go a day without playing the instrument, although, often times, she believed that it was it that was playing her.
Sometimes Ichigo feared that her corrupt being was destroying the purity of the piano, that it would be better if she kept her entire being away from the majestic instrument. However, if she didn't play the piano, no one else would, and then the wonderous euphony that flowed through the air with the lightest touch of a key could never be heard and the world would lose it's beauty.
Finally sitting upon the plush stool, the redhead breathed in the untouched magnificence one last time before placing her fingers delicately upon the keys. Immeadiately sucked into the world of music, she relaxed her shoulders and began Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata no. 14.
Her fingers would linger over the ivory keys, even after the note had been played just to extend the bliss. Such was the world of music for the sixteen year old.
She'd discovered her love for the piano shortly after arriving at her home of two and a half years.
Ichigo had been wandering around the large and unfamiliar house when she stumbled upon the room. Inside, the piano was sitting alone, coated in a thin layer of dust in a room that was clearly rarely, if ever, used.
Instantly, the amnesiac was drawn to the forgotten instrument. Swiping the dust away with her hand, the red head gingerly lifted the fall and marvelled at the pristine white ivory keys.
Touching just one of those pure white rectangles unleashed a floodgate of memories from deep within her mind.
Memories of pianos, and things relating to pianos filled the teen's head as she played the piano, each new memory just as exciting as the last.
The girl didn't remember a single thing about her past except that she knew to play the piano, but that was more than enough for her.
Such delightful memories had slipped past her tumor, a Craniopharyngioma, and the red head finally had a way to let out what she'd been keeping in so long.
When her mother of two and a half years first heard Ichigo play the piano, she was over joyed.
"Heisuke's birth father played on that piano," the burnette woman had told the amnesiac whimsically, "He wasn't the best, but his music never failed to stun me... Tell me... Do you like that piano?" Ichigo nodded, " Good, then lets make a deal, I'll tune and clean the piano, if you play it. You see, my husband always said ' There are three things you must do to properly care for a piano: tune, clean, and play lovingly.' He was a smart man, Don't you agree?"
Finishing the song, the amnesiac took in a deep breathe, and watched the piano without a sound. Absolute silence resonated through the room as clearly as the earlier music had, and the girl used this silence to mourn for the music and the fact that it had ended.
Notes had wisply travelled through the air and given her comfort, warming her evil heart and calming her mind, tumor and all. Such kind gestures could not simply be forgotten. Each note was given it's own moment of silence, as Ichigo ran through the song once more in her head, giving each little sound a thank you and hug.
"ICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGO!" shouted an american voice from a distance, " TIME FOR DINNER!"
Glancing at the burning setting sun out the windows, the red-head marvelled at how she'd lost track of time once more.
"ICHIGO!" Snapping out of her stuppor, the girl got up quickly and turned to the doors.
"COMING!" She shouted, opening the large white doors once more.
As the girl exited the now darkening room, she paused and popped her head back in.
" 'til tomorrow, Keikaku."
Well, what do you think? It took me a little while, but I tried hard and came up with this.
For the record, listen to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata if you haven't, it's a beautiful song.
Also, Keikaku is Japanese for piano. Thought you guys might want to know that.
One last thing, if you've got any questions, feel free to ask, but if they ruin part of the story for you I probably won't give you a straight answer!
'Til the next chapter!
